“Here he is,” Leon said. “Resting peacefully, I think. They did a good job stitching him up. We actually had an open casket.”
Anthony smiled. “That’s good. Did they put him in that awful purple suit he liked?”
Leon nodded. “I had to argue for it. His mom wanted him in something boring and conservative.”
Anthony laughed. “No way—the purple suit was the right pick. It was bad, but anything’s better than conservative.”
“You want me to leave you alone for a bit?” Leon asked.
Anthony nodded. He needed that. He needed a minute to talk to Hector without someone looming over his shoulder. People had been looming over his shoulder for months; he needed this moment to go back to the beginning where it was just him, Hector, and a stupid decision. The stupid decision, this time, was to sit down i
